0 comments/ 317541 views/ 37 favorites Cuckold Humiliation By: cuckcreampielover My wife was in a dancing mood so she suggested we meet up with a girlfriend of hers and go to one of the clubs downtown. My wife is a gorgeous dominant 26 year old brunette with a firm toned ass, tanned stomach and beautiful rack. She put on a black leather miniskirt, tall black cougar boots and a tight white tank top with bold black lettering across the chest that read: AVAILABLE. She grabbed me and told me we had to get going to Christina's place and we headed out the door. We arrived at Christina's and rang the doorbell. Christina greeted us in her bra and panties and said to come in while she got dressed. She looks similar to my wife except she has blonde hair and is about an inch taller. Christina giggled when she read my wife's shirt. She left and came back wearing the same outfit as my wife but her shirt read: BITCH. She pulled my wife towards her and they whispered to each other for a few moments. My wife smiled and told me to pull my pants down. I was turned on from their hot outfits and revealed my erect cock when I undid my pants. Christina pulled out a permanent marker and wrote "cuckold" on my shaft. They proceeded out the door so I pulled up my pants and followed. When we arrived at the club we had a couple of drinks and started dancing. The song "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me" started playing and my wife and Christina got up on the stage and busted out stripper-like moves. A group of guys surrounded them and they groped and dry humped the girls for the rest of the song. I went over to a table and sipped on my drink while I watched. They danced for a couple of hours and then the song "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails came on and Christina grabbed one guy while my wife grabbed another. They dirty danced with their partners and really ground into each other during the part of the song that goes "I want to fuck you like an animal... I want to feel you from the inside". Once the song was over the guy dancing with my wife planted a long kiss on her lips. She stepped back and motioned over to me and I could tell he was shocked to find out she was married. She said something else to him and they started walking towards me. I turned red and sunk in my seat as they approached. "Hey, this is Shane. I invited him and his friend over to our place for a few drinks" she told me. I said it was nice to meet him and my wife told me she had to use the bathroom before we left. I said I needed to go too and we walked towards the bathrooms. As I walked in I noticed Shane was following me. I went up to a urinal, undid my pants, pulled out my cock and started my business. Shane moved up right beside me and stared down at the writing on my cock. "Fuck, she wasn't lying. You're a little bitch with a very hot and horny wife. I'm going to enjoy fucking the shit out of her later on tonight". With that he pulled out his cock and started pissing in his urinal, making sure to miss the bottom and pee on the side of my pants. Just then his friend that was dancing with Christina walked in. I heard a chuckle as he walked over and Shane said, "Fuck Gary, the hot broad I was dancing with is married. This is her husband. She says he likes to see her fucking other guys. Look, his cock says cuckold on it". Gary said, "Is that true, you like to be cuckolded? Is that why she's wearing a shirt that says 'available'?" I didn't say anything as I pulled up my pants. Gary continued, "I thought I saw you looking at my friend Shane's big cock you little pervert." They laughed. We walked out of the bathroom and my wife and Christina were waiting by the door. They grabbed their men hand-in-hand as I followed. They flagged down a cab and the four of them squeezed into the back and left the front for me. I got in, gave the cabbie our address and we drove away. "It's squishy back here," my wife complained as she sat up and laid herself back across everyone's laps. Her skirt was open facing directly towards Shane as she spread her legs apart. Gary noticed Shane gawking at my wife, "Don't just stare at it, finger her". Christina added, "Yeah, go for it." He moved in, slid her g-string over and pumped two fingers in and out of her shaved pussy. Gary wanted some action too and moved in on Christina. She willingly let him move her g-string over and he got to work. The girls moaned quietly as they enjoyed themselves. The cabbie was aware of what was going on and seemed a little nervous. He decided to start small talk with me, "So how's your night going?" "Okay," I responded. "It's tough being the 5th wheel sometimes huh." "Yeah." The cabbie noticed my wedding ring. "I see you're married. Why did you have to go to the club alone with those two couples? Where's your wife?" I felt ashamed as my mind panicked for an answer. "She's back here," Christina blurted out, obviously listening to our conversation. "She's getting fingered by this guy she picked up. Her husband likes to watch his wife get fucked by other guys." The cabbie's jaw dropped as he sat there speechless. Christina continued, "He likes to be dominated. Make him give you head." The cabbie kept his eyes on the road as I noticed a bulge appearing in his pants. He was East Indian and looked like he hadn't showered in days. Christina spoke sternly to me, "Get over there and suck on his dick you little cuck... or else." I felt totally humiliated but did as I was told. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his nasty prick. He didn't budge as he continued to concentrate on the road and it was obvious he wasn't going to stop me. I put my mouth over the tip of his cock and started sucking. He was rock hard. I had forgotten about the activities going on in the back until I heard my wife's moaning getting louder. I heard her gasp, "Don't stop" as Shane continued to finger her pussy. Moments later she exploded into orgasm. She gathered herself and noticed we were going in circles around our block. "Stop. Let us out here," she said to the cabbie. The cab stopped. My wife acknowledged what I was doing, "I see you're enjoying sucking on the cabbie's cock. Hurry up and finish him so we can get home." Just then the back doors opened and the four of them got out. My wife made sure to leave her door open so the dome light stayed on. They gathered outside the open door and started talking and laughing with one another. I peered out the window and noticed we were in front of the paper delivery boy's house, four houses down from ours. He was only around fifteen but was already as tall as I was. I continued to suck on the cabbie's stiff cock and increased my pace to try finishing him off as fast as I could. Just then I noticed a light come on out of the corner of my eye. The delivery boy had woken up and came over to the window to see what was going on. My wife and the others were still talking and laughing loudly, obviously too drunk to care. He stared at me as I gave the cabbie head. "Hi Justin," I heard my wife say as the group broke out in more laughter. "He's the paper delivery boy!" she exclaimed. Gary pitched in, "Sorry for waking you up buddy, your neighbour is just paying for the cab." The cabbie bucked and shot his load all over my face. I quickly moved away and got out of the cab. Christina said, "Wow, that was a messy one. Now let's get you home so you can watch these guys blow their loads in me and your wife." "Bye Justin," my wife said. "Feel free to stop in sometime, I might have a surprise for you if you do." The couples locked hands again as I followed them into the house. They proceeded directly through the living room and down the stairs to the rec room. My wife turned and let herself fall backwards onto the couch. She reached under her miniskirt and pushed her wet g-string all the way down to her ankles as she raised her feet over her head, exposing her beautiful pussy to the four of us. "Put these on," she told me as she kicked her g-string in my direction, "And set up the video camera before you bring us some drinks." I took the video camera off the mantle and positioned it on the tripod. I noticed it was already set up in the perfect position to see the entire room. I took turned it on and pushed the record button. "Get us some drinks... now!" Christina insisted. I grabbed my wife's g-string off the floor and went upstairs. I prepared ten shots of tequila and drank two before stripping off my clothes and pulling on my wife's wet g-string. My balls were hanging out the sides and my stiff prick stuck out the top. I proceeded back downstairs with the drinks in hand. Both guys were already naked and fucking the shit out of my wife and Christina. I walked in front of the camera and placed the tray of drinks down on the table beside them. Shane shouted out, "Thanks for inviting me over to fuck your hot wife. Get over there behind the camera and make sure you don't miss anything." Gary was pumping in and out of Christina, "Fuck, I'm not wearing a rubber. Can I cum on your belly?" "Don't worry about it," Christina responded. "We're both on the pill." A few minutes later Gary moaned loudly as he splooged into Christina's pussy. Shane immediately followed and emptied his nut into my wife. Christina said, "Get out of here boys, thanks for the good time. It's time for the cuck to do some cleanup." They drank their shots, put on their clothes and left. I stood there staring at their creamy pussies. "You never told me you went on the pill," I stated. "That's because I didn't go on the pill you retard," my wife said. "If you don't want me to get pregnant from another guy's seed you'd better get over here and suck it out." Christina watched as I walked over to my wife while I was still wearing her g-string and got down on my knees in front of her used pussy. I looked back into the camera as I licked my lips and went to work. His cum was thick, warm and salty as I sucked it out of my wife's dripping hole. After a couple of minutes my wife pushed me away and said, "I'm tired, I'm going to bed." She got up and headed up the stairs to our bedroom. "I was so close to cumming, get over here you little bitch," Christina told me. "I need some more cock and lucky for you you're the only one around. Don't tell your wife about this." I gladly dropped my g-string and revealed my prick that still had the word 'cuckold' written on it. Christina giggled again and said to hurry up and stick it in her before she changed her mind. I had fantasized about fucking her many times before and couldn't believe I was about to do her. Even though she had just been used, she was still gorgeous and the fact that she was all sweaty made her look even better. I gently pushed my cock into her wet pussy and fucked her for all I was worth. It wasn't long before she jolted and orgasmed on my stiff cock. I knew I would get in shit but I couldn't help myself as I blew my load inside her. She jumped up and looked angry. "Fuck, what are you doing you stupid piece of shit," she scolded. "I didn't say you could cum in me." She kicked me in the balls as hard as she could. "You'd better not tell anyone about this, and I hope you enjoyed yourself because you're going to pay for this big time. I'm going to make sure you never get to fuck a woman ever again. Not even your wife. She doesn't want your useless cock anymore anyway. If you thought I was a mean bitch until now, just wait. You'll pay for this you little fuck. Get on your knees and bend over." I did as I was told. She grabbed the poker stick from beside the fireplace, positioned herself behind me, and swung it like a golf club up between my legs. It hit directly on my balls as I squealed in pain, pushed my face into the carpet, arched my back and stuck my ass up in the air. She spun the stick around and drove the tip of the handle into my ass. She jerked it back and rammed it in again as far as she could. She kept pressure on it as she said, "Get used to it you gay cuck." She grabbed her clothes and headed upstairs to join my wife. I rolled over in pain and noticed the camera was still rolling... Cuckold Humiliation The following story is fiction only. I do not condone any of the action, nor do I wish to imply anything. The story is just for fun and the one slightly violent scene is necessary for the threat in the plot to be taken seriously. * Where do I begin? Probably with my first meeting with Claudia, just 27 years old, and my gorgeous blond girl friend, with her stunning figure and beautiful light blue eyes, set in a face which seemed constantly smiling and happy. How I was so lucky to have found such a beauty and such sweet innocence. I just couldn't believe my luck, 44 now, and no real thought to settling down and here was this gorgeous young woman, so much my junior and so much in love with me, as I was with her. It just seemed a wonderful dream. I knew the comments of some of my associates who said it wouldn't last or asking what the hell she saw in such an old bastard. Some even asked behind my back if I was earning a lot of money. These were all jealous comments which came to my ears. Indeed I wasn't rolling in money and when I actually plucked up the courage to ask for my Claudia's hand, romantically on one knee with a big bunch of red roses, I was stunned when she readily agreed. We talked at length about our plans and decided it would be best to get a mortgage as soon as possible and settle down so we would not have two households to fund. I was rather startled to be told that she would readily agree to all this but on one condition, that I had no sex with her until our wedding night. I was rather taken aback but thought there must be some sort of reason for this, and only found out later when I became more insistent about sleeping together. She started to tell me about this young man who had been her boyfriend and had tried to rape her when she was 17. She suddenly burst into tears and I consoled her, feeling really bad for having pressed the point. So that explained why she seemed to like more mature men, as I liked to think of myself, and I did not refer to it again and, of course, although with some reluctance felt I could wait until the big day and we were married. It had all seemed like one beautiful dream and I just couldn't believe my luck. I had a good job in a growing company which had just been taken over. I had not lost my job in the process and even managed to get a sort of promotion as I was now working directly for my new boss, a big black man aged in his late thirties or early forties. He seemed remote but that is how I preferred it; to be able to get on with my work without interference. And yet it then all went horribly wrong and ended in me suffering humiliation at the hands of my new boss and his evil young teenage son. My young bride to be, mine suddenly in name only, was to be turned into their slut and whore and I was powerless to stop them. It all happened so quickly and Claudia seemed to be turned into a junkie, needing her fix, a fix my boss was eager and able to give, his cock being bigger than mine. Those carefree days just two weeks ago when I had been looking forward so much to getting married and finally sharing my beautiful Claudia's bed instead of now sleeping in the spare room. I was relishing the thought of sharing everything with her, caring for her, enjoying her body instead of now kneeling at the end of our big kingsize bed as I was, watching in sheer horror as my boss, Mr Jackson, lay naked on top of her, between her open legs, pounding her tight pussy, as she moaned under him, clutching at his back, her nails raking his black skin, leaving slight whitish streaks as she arched her body and wailed loudly as if in agony, her face screwed up in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she climaxed, her body shuddering as if high voltage were flowing through it. I could hear his voice, calm, intoxicating, telling her what a good girl she was and how she could have this ecstasy regularly, indeed, that she needed it and how only black cock could give her the fulfilment she needed. He pulled out and lay down beside her. His cock still erect and glistening with their juices. The cover on the bed crumpled and dotted with damp dark spots. Claudia looked at me, or to be more truthful, she looked THROUGH me, her eyes glazed as she sighed and sobbed, seemingly unaware of her surroundings, just feeling the sudden lack of black cock, real withdrawal symptoms! "C'mon baby!" Mr Jackson said gently, grinning nastily at me as he held her hips and helped her to straddle his body, guiding her down onto his erection. "There it is, baby," he breathed gently, his voice suggestive, enticing. "You have my big black cock again, no need to worry, just enjoy, let it enter that pretty pussy of yours. Let yourself down on it now so that it can give you what you so badly need!" His voice was having the hypnotic effect he wanted as Claudia started humping up and down on it as he grinned at me, winking as he guided her up and down, his magnificent 9 inches glistening as her pussy clamped onto it. He had to do little to encourage her as she was riding him now eagerly, as if drugged, her face void of any expression, her whole body just existing to impale herself on this black meat. I, too, seemed rooted to the spot, watching as this sexual athlete fucked the young woman I loved, the bed creaking as they rutted like animals before my eyes. The light by the bedside throwing a golden glow on them. His strong black body contrasting so starkly with the whiteness of Claudia's soft femininity. The steady CREAK, CREAK of the bed as he took her. Their bodies moving in unison, his pushing up to meet hers as she almost fell on his. I jumped as I hear a click and came back to reality. Mr Jackson had clicked his fingers and just pointed to her pussy and snapped "Tongue!" I had no choice, not after what I had been put through that evening in my boss' office when he and his son had made it absolutely crystal clear who was in command and what my place in the sexual hierarchy was. I lent forward with a sob as Mr Jackson held Claudia's hips and started stotting up into her, stabbing her repeatedly with his erection. I placed my tongue on the lower end of the shaft as it entered her pussy, tasting the mixture of his and her juices, smelling the sweatiness and sexual scent. "Cunt" I heard and I first thought he was just being abusive but when he spoke again, more urgently, more harshly, it was clear what was expected of me. I licked up and over Claudia's clitoris. I had never done this at all before, as our sex life had been almost non-existent, remaining at the kissing cuddling and fondling stage. Claudia had always been so insistent on remaining untouched as she put it. Sometimes I had wanted to scream and the temptation to try to have my way with her had been almost too much to bear, but I had to keep telling myself she had been through a very difficult time with her ex and I had to earn her trust and love. How long I had waited and how quickly Mr Jackson had succeeded in infiltrating her mind and overwhelming her, breaking down her reluctance so that she had become the sexual animal she was now. I pulled her cunt lips gently apart and started licking, feeling her body shudder and hearing her moan loudly in delight. Mr Jackson, eager to make sure she was aware that this was all his doing, tongued her ear. I could see from her expression that she was enjoying this, in a sort of half drugged stupor. His voice, soft, convincing, hypnotic, murmuring how good she was and how she needed black cock regularly, had the right to have it and, indeed, had to have it at lest once a day and more. Claudia moaned loudly at this conditioning, her body shivering violently again as her juices started flowing down over his black pole, creamy, and slimy. I was half expecting to be commanded to lick again, but Mr Jackson suddenly pushed me away and rolled Claudia around to lie on her back again. His cock, stabbing the air angrily, seemed to be protesting at being removed from its warm wet hole. He quickly lay over her, mounting her again, sliding effortlessly between her wide open legs, her pussy now stretched and well lubricated. Claudia let out a gasp of air as if exhaling at the doctor's when being examined. He grunted like an animal and started humping hard. His silky black skin somewhat wet from sweat as the dimples on either side of his ass cheeks formed deeply and then relaxed as he rutted away. His whole body rippled in waves as he fucked her. It was almost like a dance. I could see that he was nearing a climax, and was amazed how much stamina he had. He had been fucking away for over half an hour already. He had started by getting down between her open thighs and working on her pussy, expertly tonguing her and preparing her for penetration. Claudia was now clearly exhausted but totally caught up with this big black man giving her the fucking of her life. She had been subjected to his attentions and his indoctrination since he had arrived for an evening meal with us, to which he had invited himself by making me believe that he always liked to meet future wives of his employees. He had expertly stepped up the psychological pressure on us both during the whole evening, climaxing (excuse the pun) when he started fucking my young bride to be, enjoying humiliating me and his increasing his hold over Claudia. I heard him give a strangled groan and watched as he screwed down into her, burying his black cock deep into her pussy, pushing as his body tensed and relaxed. I could see his balls, heavy, full resting on her body, twitching and heard, Claudia sobbing in sheer delight as she felt him squirting thickly up into her, filling her, flooding her, his big black balls, hot, with slight spasms as he dumped his load into her. The beauty of black on white, the beauty of black in white!. He lay in her for a short time before slowly rolling over onto his back, his magnificent cock slipping wetly out of her, with a squish. It was covered in their juices, creamy and wet, his balls sweaty and wet, too with their sexual exertions. I looked at my Claudia laying there, serene, still, completely relaxed, her beautiful breasts heaving and gradually slowing as she regained her breath as she fell into a deep sleep, not even reacting when Mr Jackson leaned over and pulled her pussy lips aside with his thumb and finger, revealing a wet pinkness. It wasn't long before his sperm started to ooze out and he ran his finger across it and brought it to her lips, smearing it across them. "You may kiss the bride!" he sniggered, " and then clean up here" He pointed to his manhood. I bent and kissed my Claudia who was sleeping so soundly she didn't stir at all. Her lips soft and gentle to mine but wet with the trace of Mr Jackson's sperm. I then knelt between Mr Jackson's legs. I could smell the strong aroma of sex and sweat. I felt a hand on my head and felt my boss's cock against my face as slowly he wrote his initials on my cheeks. "Must brand my whores," he laughed, and lay back while I slowly lapped at his cock, licking around the head, under the rim into the slit and down the shaft. "Balls too.!" He snapped and I gently cleaned around the big black orbs, tasting the sweat and sex juices as I lapped like a cat at cream. How the hell had I got trapped in this situation, at the mercy of this mean black sex machine and his son? It all started when I was called to my boss' office late one day after most people had gone home! I felt very uneasy when he called through on my phone and just told me to come. No pleasantries, no politeness in tone, just a brief command. Mr Jackson liked to be called Sir and I had been working for the company for almost 20 years when he became my boss just a few weeks ago. He was athletic in build and tall, well built and not someone I would like to have against me in a fight. He knew his power as boss and commanded respect and a certain amount of fear in his staff. I knew he was married and although knew nothing about his wife had heard that he had a son in his late teens, who according to rumours, was rather a tearaway, although I didn't know much apart from the fact that he had been involved in a few fights and was to all accounts a nasty piece of work. Mr Jackson had been coming into my office regularly of late and often picked up the photo of my charming beautiful blond girl friend which I had on my desk. I couldn't now take it away as it would seem churlish and silly. Yet I felt increasingly uneasy when he gently ran his thumb across the photo as if he were somehow stroking her before me. He asked me about her, first starting with general questions such as her age and where she came from but then becoming more personal. He took great pleasure in my discomfort when he started asking me about our private life. Holding the photo in his big black hand he looked down at me and asked me if she had had any boyfriends before me. "Or hasn't she been able to get any experience with real men?" he suddenly added with a sneer, softly running his thumb over the photo again and again, the contrast of his black thumb over the creamy white skin of my 27 year old Claudia rather sordid and disturbing. I remained silent and he frowned. "Well?" he insisted, his voice slightly louder and demanding. I looked up at him as he stood before me, swallowing nervously and stammering that she had had at least one boy friend before me but I had not asked her anything about him. He stood silently for a second and a sneer broke out over his face as he slowly put the photo back on my desk. "I think it appropriate, Andrew, that I get to meet your lovely fiancée sometime, don't you? After all I like to think of my employees as part of a big family. It would be nice to be invited round to dinner with you, meet you away from work." "Yes. Sir. Thank you, sir" I mumbled nervously. I recognised this for what it was, not a request but more a command. I looked up at the big man standing slightly to me side as he looked at me, his eyes boring into mine, making my feel uncomfortable. I opened my mouth and was surprised at the hoarseness of my voice as I nervously replied "I will speak with Claudia and see about an evening when it is suitable for you." Mr Jackson said nothing and stood as if pondering a problem. "Well I need to discuss a few things with you anyway, Andrew. I might have to review your contract..." He paused and seemed to delight in my worry as I turned to look at him, my face obviously showing fear. "Well you obviously must have a mortgage and a wedding and wife, nothing is cheap these days!" he then added slowly, watching my reaction. I relaxed visibly, the icy hand clutching at my heart melting instantly. He grinned, showing a mouth full of perfect teeth, beautifully white against his handsome black face. I smiled back and watched as he left my office, calling out over his shoulder that I should come to see him when work was over that evening. I had little time to worry or even think about anything, but work, that afternoon, not even the fact that the photo of my Claudia which had been on my desk had strangely disappeared. Just after my lunch break some important papers arrived on my desk from my boss, with a note that they had to be completed that very day and put on his desk before I left that evening. I had worked hard on them and was pleased with my work and the fact I had managed to complete them so quickly. I had called Claudia and said I would not be in until later that evening, as I was working on some important work for my boss but was hoping to hand them over shortly and get home as quickly as possible. I picked up the papers and padded along the empty corridor to his office and tapped at the door. I could see the light was on but I was kept waiting a moment and was about to knock again when I heard an curt "Enter" I opened the door and entered carrying his precious papers. At first I thought Mr Jackson was alone. He was sitting behind his desk and watched as I crossed over to him, not saying a word. "I have completed the task you gave me, Sir" I said for want of something to say and held out the documents. He looked at me and waved me to put them on his desk. I was a little bit put out at not even being thanked for my efforts and even more surprised when he suddenly said, "You haven't met my son, Tyrone, have you!" I turned and found myself looking at a young black thug of a man, dressed in loose blue jeans with a low crutch as so many young men wear these days and a black T shirt and grey baseball cap. He had a tattoo of a black snake on his arm. I couldn't see much as he was turned a little away from me I did not know his age but guessed him to be barely 18. I gave an involuntary shudder. If his father was intimidating, Tyrone was downright scary! I forced a smile and held out my hand. "Pleased to meet you Tyrone, I am Andrew!" The young man's face turned into a nasty scowl. Not even looking at me, he directly addressed his father, completely ignoring my extended hand. "Is this the way your workers address the boss' son?" he demanded imperiously. I turned back to Mr Jackson, expecting him to calm his son down, but he just nodded. "My son is perfectly correct!" he glared at me. "Apologise and address him with the respect he deserves." I turned back again to see young Tyrone looking at me with a sneer of triumph. I was so taken aback that I didn't immediately see what he was holding in his hand. "I am sorry" I stammered, hastily adding "Sir." I swallowed nervously, "I was out of place being so familiar with you, Sir!" Then I realised Tyrone was holding the photo of Claudia which had disappeared from my desk that lunchtime. I opened my mouth to speak, but caught Tyrone's eye. I immediately realised he was waiting for me to say something and then pick me up on that, too. I felt angry and humiliated and remained silent, not wishing to give him this pleasure. He stood, legs apart making as if studying the photo. "Nice slut!" He grinned. "She had a real man service her at all?" He looked at me, contemptuously. Again I fought the desire to tell the arrogant upstart what I thought of him. He seemed to be able to read my mind and was enjoying the situation. He looked across at his father. "44 years old," he said, nodding contemptuously at me, "and with a bitch like this!" he added. "Of course, if he lost his job, it would be very difficult to find another! Wonder if the bitch would stay with him then?" I froze, now feeling a wave of fear sweep over me. Mr Jackson looked past me at his son. "Well no worry there, unless, of course, he gets involved in any financial loss, or does not show respect to his betters." My boss sneered. "At all times!" he added. I stood transfixed. The two were talking about me as if I were not there. Tyrone grinned, "Yeah, showing respect," he repeated, looking down at Claudia. "Fuckin' nice pair o' tits!" he leered. "Guess her pussy is tight with your little white dick!" He looked up at me, expecting a reply. I remained silent, not knowing how to react to this new and awful situation. "Well, cunt?" he asked, looking directly at me. "She had nigga cock before? She had a real man fuck that tight little white pussy?" He sneered at me. I swallowed loudly, now scared, as if an ice cold hand was closing around my heart. "Answer Tyrone!" my boss snapped angrily. I felt tears welling in my eyes at the sheer humiliation of this and blurted out that we were waiting for the honeymoon until we consummated our marriage. The two men roared with laughter. Cuckold Humiliation "Consummated" I heard my boss snigger behind me. Tyrone looked at me, laughing nastily, "Which means that tight white pussy is just calling out to be filled with prime black cock!" He punched his fist in the air. He put the photo down and ran a hand over his crotch looking at me, daring me to say something. I felt so vulnerable but had to say something. "Please don't speak of her like that. She is my fiancée. You mustn't..." But I didn't get any further. I suddenly felt my boss behind me and he grabbed my arms forcing them behind my back. "What the....?" I began, but Tyrone strolled across, his face just inches from mine. I could smell his breath, his power. I knew I was in trouble now and my body shuddered in fear as Tyrone kicked my legs apart. I was being held in a vice like grip and looked at him leering at me as he spat at me, his spit landing on my forehead and slowly dribbling down over my nose. "You..!" I began again, but again got no further as I he gobbed another wad of spit, which landed in my mouth. I spluttered in disgust and was about to spit it out when Tyrone slammed his knee up between my legs, making contact with my manhood. There was a blinding flash of light and I heard a strangled groan as an immense wave of pain stabbed in my groin. I gurgled and slumped forward, but still held tightly by my boss. It seemed an age before the throbbing agony slowly subsided and Mr Jackson released me and slowly I sank to my knees slumping against Tyrone. I clutched at my crotch, sobbing, trying to gain my breath, almost unaware of the rasping noise as Tyrone unzipped his fly. Gasping and sobbing, I just knelt helplessly at my attackers "Time to show how much you respect and honour my son." I heard my boss say almost laughing. I looked as Tyrone reached in and pulled out his cock. It was big, flaccid and cut. He started jacking it, the long thick veiny black rod slowly getting hard, erect. "Seen a real cock before?" he asked laughing, looking down at me. "A black man's cock! Innit a beauty?" I looked in awe at the monster before my eyes. I thought of my own manhood, still throbbing between my legs. I had never measured it, but I doubted it was half this size when erect! A bead of pre cum had already formed at the tip, a creamy spot on the blackness of the rod.. "Open wide bitch!" Tyrone snarled and thrust his hips at my face, driving his cock between my lips and into my mouth. I gagged, heaved and spluttered as his cock slid between my lips. "Take the fucker!!" he screamed, "and if you bite it or spit it out..." I felt his foot press against my crotch and I understood the threat immediately. I struggled, spluttering coughing, gurgling, as he thrust his cock to and fro in my mouth, saliva dribbling out of my mouth, dripping over his big heavy teenage balls, wetting them and making them glisten as they slapped wetly against my chin. I was so caught up in what was happening I did not see Mr Jackson holding his cell phone and filming the scene. I was totally unaware when Tyrone snarled at me to beg him for his cock and to worship it. I did not see the glint of vicious triumph in their eyes as I moaned out "It is so beautiful." I was so ashamed when Tyrone pulled out and squirted his thick creamy load over my face, his hand pumping away as he unloaded the contents of his young balls all over my face and hair. I was eventually allowed to stand up. I felt abused and dirty. The creamy sperm was slowly drying on my face and my hair was matted. Cum had dripped down onto my shirt and tie and had even spattered onto my trousers. The two men laughed and Tyrone looked at me. "Fuck off! For now..." he spat, his spit landing on my face. Mr Jackson smiled. "Go home now Andrew and report to me first thing tomorrow. I need not tell you that it would be very unwise to say anything about our little meeting here. Your job, reputation and welfare all depend on it!" I looked at him, as he smiled and dismissed me with a wave. I turned slowly, catching sight of Tyrone as he zipped up. "See ya!" he said and added with a threatening sneer, "Soon!" I left the room dejectedly, heading for the washroom to try to clean up a bit before going home. This was now out of my control. My boss, his son and why did Mr Jackson want me to report to his office immediately the next morning? * I hope you enjoyed the first part of my story. I hope to write more when I have time and would be interested in feed back. Anyone want a second part filling in more background information and continuing? Thanks for reading it. Cuckold Humiliation This is the story of a true happening in my life a few years ago. ***** I am sitting on a wooden high backed chair facing our double bed. I am naked with my ankles secured to the chair legs and my thighs strapped down keeping my legs widely spread apart. My wrists are tied to the back supports and there is a leather strap fastening my chest to the chair back. In my mouth I have a gag with an internal dildo. I was placed here by my wife/Mistress nearly an hour ago with no explanation of what I should expect. Since I have been here I have seen my Mistress shower and dry herself before putting on her best black bra and panties and then her most figure hugging favourite dress. She then spent some time applying her make up and doing her hair. Without a glance at me or a word of explanation she goes downstairs. What seems like an age later I hear the front doorbell and then can hear voices and laughter. Eventually I hear footsteps on the stairs and the bedroom door is opened. My Mistress enters and is followed to my horror by Roger the neighbour from four doors away. He has a reputation as a womaniser and I actively dislike him because he always seems so confident that he appears to me to be bigheaded. As he enters the room and sees me naked and helpless he actually laughs out loud. After coming into the room fully he takes my Mistress into his arms and they begin kissing passionately and I can see him exploring Her body with his hands. I presume he has already been doing this downstairs but have no way of knowing. After a while they part a little and he unzips Her dress and lets it fall to the floor. I can see her erect nipples pressing through the material of her bra and then see his hands finding them and squeezing them. Moments later he unfastens the bra and throws it to the floor. After more kissing and fondling I see my Mistress unbutton his shirt and strip it from him. Almost immediately She falls to her knees and unfastens his belt and then his trouser zip before slowly lowering them to the floor. I can see his penis burst free and stand firm and erect. It hurts me to admit to myself that it is both longer and thicker than mine and that I know instantly that he will satisfy my Mistress more than I have ever been able to do. Whist still on Her knees my Mistress immediately takes the head of his cock into her mouth and starts to work eagerly on it. The look of pleasure on Her face is unmistakable and she takes as much of it into Her throat as she can manage. As she is doing this I see Roger turn to me and smile disparagingly down at me. I can only turn away in dismay. After what seems like for ever, knowing I would have cum long before if it were me, I see Roger touch Her hair and encourage Her to her feet so that he could explore Her body again with his hands. This time he eases her panties down so that She could step out of them. I watch as his hand disappears between Her thighs and starts to caress Her and at the same time he stoops to take one of Her nipples into his mouth. Much as I am hating what I am watching I feel my penis straining against my chastity cage in its attempts to achieve an erection and can feel precum dripping from it. I am also aching from straining against my bonds. It is not long before the couple move onto the bed right in front of me and I watch Her hands stroking his engorged penis whilst I see his fingers moving rapidly in and out of Her dripping wet pussy. Roger doesn't seem to me to be the sort of man who would give oral to a woman but to my surprise I see him move between my Mistress's legs and start to insert his tongue into Her pussy and to lick and suck on Her clit. It is only a matter of moments before She starts to shake and scream as she cums to a violent climax. This is his signal to move up over Her body into the missionary position. They are lying with their heads away from me so I am looking directly up between their legs and I watch as my Mistress moves her hand down to guide that monster cock into Her pussy. I then watch transfixed as I see it buried deep inside Her and then begin pumping in and out. She soon erupts into another climax but he just goes on and on. I begin to see why he has the reputation he has because I cannot believe that many men could go on that long. Eventually of course he has to cum and as he starts to groan and to speed up the strokes my Mistress joins him with yet another climax as they cum together and collapse into a sweaty heap. When they have recovered, to my horror, I hear my Mistress ask him if he would like me to lick his cock clean and heave a sigh of relief when he says it would be a shame to take out my gag in case I should try to speak. But he then says he will content himself with wiping it clean on my face before he washes it and this he does. My Mistress waits whilst he washes and dresses before taking him back downstairs whilst still naked. She is gone for some time before I hear the front door closing. I have no idea what they did in that time but when She returns to the bedroom She tells me She will release me so that I can use my tongue to clean her pussy of Her juices and his cum before she has a shower. She lays on the bed whilst I do my service to Her which does nothing to arouse Her but adds dramatically to my humiliation. She then goes into the shower leaving me to reflect on what has happened and to wonder how I am going to manage to live in the future four doors from the man who witnessed my humiliation and who had his way with my wife in that way. I know that every time we meet we will both be thinking of it. My final thought is to worry that my Mistress will choose to repeat the experience either with him or another of the neighbours. I can only wait and wonder.